#kit connor belly/tummy

[starryeyedadmirer]

Could you make a stuffing story about this?

✨Y’all, don’t hate me, but this has been in my inbox since July of last year. I’m so sorry I’ve been sitting on it for that long… but, I’m in the process of writing a full story for it. I promise. Also, thank you to @nvtwhalk07 for this amazing edit you’ve done! Anyway, here’s a snippet of what I’ve got:

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Kit stood in the kitchen, doubled-over against the bar counter, his massive stomach stretched to its limits... the aftermath of yet another epic stuffing session, orchestrated by his adoring partner, Joe. His elbows resting on the cold granite, Kit struggled to keep his balance.

The couple's stuffing sessions were typically hot and intense, never failing to push Kit's body to its limits. He was accustomed to the extreme bloating, feverish sweats, and unrelenting gassiness that plagued him after each trial... but this time, Kit had eaten more than he ever had before, and his digestive system wasn't prepared to take on such a hefty load.

Large chunks of solidified food and pools of sloshing liquid made their presence known inside his swollen belly, turning and shaking inside of him as though his stomach were a compact tumble-wash... but, in spite of his intense discomfort, Kit tried to play it cool, putting on his best pokerface, in an attempt to conceal his agony.

With a strained smile, he turned on his charms, concealing his discomfort. "Wow." He sighed, taking a moment to catch his breath. "That stuffing session was amazing. Look how big and round I am right now."

Joe looked over at him, a mix of amusement and concern on his face. Kit had become much larger than he was the last time Joe had attempted to make his gut burst, having consumed an excessive amount of food. "Are you sure you're okay, Kit?" Joe asked, genuinely worried about his well-being.

"I'm sure." Kit replied, his voice strained. "You've really outdone yourself this time, sweetheart. I'm massive!"

It was true. Kit had greatly surpassed his previous threshold, having gulped down the better portion of Joe's large feast during his feeding, which left their refrigerator almost barren. He had indulged in a bounty of homemade dishes, savoring every mouthful... but now, faced with his oversized belly, in the wake of his gluttonous feat, Kit longed for some relief.

Still maintaining his facade of nonchalance, Kit continued, his voice a seductive whisper. "Once I find the strength to move again, I expect this belly to be showered with love... the way you always do it. And... I think my belly button deserves some attention too, this time. I've earned that much, don't you think?"

His navel had been overlooked for far too long, having gone completely untouched for months. Joe used to adore his belly button — the way it looked; it's funny smell; the bitter taste of his flesh; the way that the tight hole would hold onto his fingertips — but, for some unknown reason, he'd simply stopped looking after it. Kit missed the days when he'd wake up to the feeling of Joe's tongue burrowing it's way down into the deep pit, and eating it out... all of the thorough shower cleanings, and sensual fingerings. Having fervently devoured his grande meal, he felt as though he'd proven himself worthy of receiving that kind of affection once again.

Joe, still gazing at Kit, with a mixture of pride and desire, rose from his stool. Like a cat, he tiptoed around the stretch of the bar — his wool-socked feet hardly making a sound against the tiled floor — and approached Kit from behind. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Kit's body and placed his hands on his lover's engorged stomach, feeling the gravity of it's weight, and it's radiating warmth beneath his touch.

Slowly, he began to circle Kit's navel with his fingertips, applying a slight pressure to the area around the hole. Kit felt like he might burst — still doubled over, his breath labored — and yet, the feeling of Joe's hands against his skin sent a shiver of delight down his spine. His eyes fluttered closed as he relished in the euphoric sensation... the heaviness of his belly all but disappearing in his partner's firm grasp. Joe's fingers worked into his flesh, as though he were a large lump of clay — his hands gliding smoothly over the expanse of Kit's bloat, molding it. With each gentle stroke, he felt his discomfort fade away, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure.

Keeping a tender hold on Kit's midsection, Joe lifted him up from his slump against the countertop and turned him around, so that he could rest his back against the cool surface, and draw some of his tension away of his aching spine. Desire gleamed in Joe's eyes as he slowly knelt down and gave Kit's belly a shower of loving kisses, his hands massaging either side of his lover's bulging abdomen. Kit watched with excitement, his discomfort a thing of the past. Joe's tongue delved deep into the crevices of Kit's belly button, exploring every nook and cranny that the had been etched into the walls of the dark hole during his infancy. It was absolutely filthy, having gone unwashed for months — each wrinkle bearing a new bitterness.

The sensory overload only amplified Kit's pleasure, causing him to squeeze out a small, pungent fart, in a moment of heat. "Oof! Sorry." He muttered, acknowledging his accidental emission as he fought to catch his breath.

Instead of reacting with disgust, Joe encouraged him, his lust unwavering. "No... don't apologize." He murmured, his voice filled with adoration. "You're so tight. Make yourself comfortable."

Joe's worship continued, his tongue swirling in large circles, exerting a immense force against the edges of Kit's belly button. Kit writhed in ecstasy, moaning like ghost, with the occasional accompaniment of yet another unapologetic fart. Time seemed to stand still as he surrendered to the moment, completely lost in the revelry. Joe's tongue reached every filthy nook and cranny, with a sloppy motion, leaving no pore untouched.

"Aahhh." Kit sighed, reveling in the rapture of that familiar tingling. "That's nice. I... missed this."

Feeling as though Kit was sufficiently primed for further pleasures, Joe removed his tongue from the depths of his navel and invited Kit to join him on their bedroom. "Why don't we take this... elsewhere?" He proposed. Urging him to follow, Joe inserted his finger into the slimy, warm crater, giving him a taste of the joys that lay ahead, and bent his knuckle — pulling Kit up from the counter like a fish on a hook.

"Mmm. Okay." Waddling behind Joe like an obese penguin, Kit eagerly followed him.

It was clear to him that Joe had further plans to cater to Kit's desires, setting the stage for an intimate and fulfilling evening. Both men, enthusiastically embarking on the intimate adventure that awaited them on the other side of the open door, made their way into their private quarters.

#starry eyes #thanks for the submission! #kit connor #kit connor belly/tummy #kit connor navel #joe locke #smut fic

[starryeyedadmirer]

“How am I looking?” Kit asked as he pulled the end of his shirt over his chest, preparing to shoot yet another topless scene on the beach. “Am I still small? Is it obvious yet?”

Still in the earlier stages of his first pregnancy, Kit’s belly had only recently begun to grow — rounding out, into a slight dome-shape — and he’d been stressing about it for days. He had no clue what was going on inside of him, or how noticeable his stomach was to everyone else. His body was already changing, and the idea of having an obvious belly, so soon, terrified him.

His doctor told him that he had time to prepare for all of this… that the pregnancy would take a while to make itself known, outwardly, and his bump wouldn’t start showing until his second trimester. He’d have the time to get his head together, and think things over… and he had a lot to think about. With his career finally taking off, a few days of shooting left, and a slew of other commitments that he had to fulfill, this pregnancy couldn’t have come at a worse point in time for him. Because of his doctor, Kit thought the he still had a chance to shoot topless scenes, and wrap things up on set… but, after noticing the shape of his belly, he realized that she was wrong.

It’s one thing to take the advice of a medical professional, and listen to all of their “ifs” and hypotheticals… but watching the changes happen in real-time, before they’re supposed to take place, wasn’t anything like Kit was expecting. There was no way in Hell that he could take his shirt off in public if he was already starting to show… let alone go bare-chested in front of a camera, and a crew of people, without knowing that his belly wasn’t going to be a problem.

“Yeah, Kit. You’re fine.” The person nearest to him answered. “Just a little puffy in the middle there, but it’s nothing to worry about. We shouldn’t have had you guys eat before this take… but, In this light, your abs are still going to show through.”

Kit only looked a little bloated… like he’d just eaten a small meal. Even up close, it wasn’t obvious that he was pregnant. Good…

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[starryeyedadmirer]

✨What can I say? He just looks good with a baby bump…✨

#starry eyes #mpreg edit #kit connor #kit connor belly/tummy #kit connor mpreg #✨he looks so cute with a baby bump✨ #✨shhhh… there’s a baby in there✨ #mpreg celeb

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨Parents-to-be, Kit and Joe, at another pride parade. They have yet to reveal Joe’s pregnancy to the public… but, from just the right angle, you can see the early stages of a baby bump.✨

#starry eyes #joe locke #joe locke belly/tummy #joe locke mpreg #kit connor #✨shhhh… there’s a baby in there✨ #✨he looks so cute with a baby bump✨

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨BIG NEWS!!! Looks like it’s a… boy!!!✨

#starry eyes #joe locke #joe locke belly/tummy #joe locke navel #joe locke mpreg #kit connor #✨his little belly✨ #✨it deserves so much love✨ #✨shhhh… there’s a baby in there✨ #✨Mommy Joe and Daddy Kit✨ #✨his belly button looks like a cheerio✨ #✨Mommy’s got an outie now✨

[starryeyedadmirer]

Joe isn't the most popular kid in his 12th grade gym class… not by a long shot. He's a little shy, when it comes to socializing with the other guys in his block — and quite weird, in comparison to his peers. He doesn't like to play sports, or roughhouse with the other boys, or even to sweat... which makes him somewhat of an outcast, in a class full of jocks. He tends to keep to himself in the locker room, when it's time to get changed back into his school clothes — stays in his own little corner, with the other uncoordinated boys — and, just to make matters worse, he's got a strange, irrational fear of bellybuttons... a fear that’s not much of a secret amongst his classmates. The locker room is full of dark, dirty, smelly belly-holes; and weird, bulbous, swirling outies… all varying in size and depth; and the amounts of hair, dirt, and sweat that happens to be enveloped within the crevices of their rubbery flesh. They’re everywhere - completely exposed, and out on display. He just can’t escape the menacing orifices… all that he can do is to get himself fully dressed, shut his eyes, hold his breath, and wait for the bell to ring — dismissing him to his next period… where the use of a shirt is a strict requirement. When the jocks in his gym block aren't too busy making fun of him for his inability to kick a ball, or swing a bat, they're teasing him for his odd, debilitating phobia — calling him cruel names, and forcing their stomachs onto him, navel-first. Of the many bellybutton bullies in the locker room, his most evil classmates — Kit, Felix, and Josh — are the absolute worst... abusing him relentlessly, when nobody else is in the room, for their own sick pleasure. He’s been made to lick, finger, and play with each of their disgusting navels before — as they all watch on, like perverts… moaning, and touching themselves, with a pure, sadistic bliss — coerced into to pretending that they’re all pregnant with his children; and forced to smell the sweaty, grody belly-craters, after grueling classes… but today, the trio have conceived another method of torture, designed especially for him… and they’re going to make him suffer.

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And… just a little bonus cover, while you’re here: ✨✨✨

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[starryeyedadmirer]

Who’d you rather take in a all you can eat buffet. Kit Connor or Joe Locke?

Hmmm.

I feel like Kit can probably eat a lot of food, which is incredibly sexy to me. I love a man with a big appetite! He’d definitely down a couple of hefty plates before calling it quits… and, even then, he’ll probably push for another helping or two, if the food tastes good enough. Once all is said and done, and he’s eaten every morsel that he could, I think his belly would be massive! He’d be super bloated and gassy, like a ginger-haired blimp. I don’t think that Kit would complain too much about how full he is, or anything like that, but he’d let out a few labored breaths, or maybe groan a bit… and he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of his gut. He’d definitely get a ton of belly rubs on the way back home, if he’s coming back with me. Extra points if he’s a messy eater… the kind of guy who eats as though he just can’t find his mouth, and end up with food all over his face and belly. Just the thought of it is driving me nuts!

Joe would definitely struggle to keep eating after, like, a plate-and-a-half’s worth of food. He seems like the kind of guy who you’d have to encourage to keep going, because he’s too nervous to eat in front of other people… and then, once he’s had his fill, you’d have to pressure him to continue. I doubt he’d eat a lot, but he’d definitely be bloated out of his mind — even more than Kit would be. Joe is the kind of guy who you’d have to take care of after taking him to a buffet, and getting him to stuff himself. He’d beg you to drive slowly after leaving the place, hold your hand to his stomach for hours, and medicate himself with every remedy that he could to settle his tummy. To make things even better, he’d be blowing gas out of both ends… and it would be awful. I can already see him blushing and retreating into himself as the farts and burps forcefully erupt from the depths of his gut… sitting there, as small as an ant, just dropping bombs and apologizing profusely. I love it when a guy as little as him ends up in that predicament… shows just how natural and gross he can be, behind all of that prettiness.

This is definitely a close call… but I’ll have to go with Joe on this one. I think that Kit would be able to handle himself, and have me there to comfort him… but he wouldn’t depend on me the way that I’d want him to. Joe would definitely need a lot of care… and I’d love to take care of him after pushing him past his limits. What an honor that would be.

#starry eyes #thanks for the ask! #joe locke #kit connor #would you rather